Page 214 of Felonies are Forever

“You answer with a nod, but I counter with a shake of my head. ‘I don’t think so. I better check.’

“The pink dripping wash cloth in your hands falls as your eyes turn to the ceiling, pink lips falling apart, my hand easing down the slickness of your inner thigh. So soft, so sweet.

“‘It hurts,’ you whisper to the ceiling. ‘Down there, like it is tight and aching, and it makes me shake.’”

“Here?”

I continue as I grip the front of the table with one hand, pushing myself back onto his cock as I moan, my pulse running away as I gush around him.

The tight, aching feeling of the girl in the letter knots in my own belly as he brings down a harsh hand onto the side of my ass, spreading me wider with each demanding stroke. I feel the burn with every forward motion, hitting a spot inside me where all the knots only he could untie live.

“Keep reading.”

“‘It hurts because you’ve been thinking naughty thoughts, haven’t you?’ I ask the girl who just last night ate the birthday cake I made her for her eighteenth birthday. But here she is, still in her pigtails, taking a bubble bath, trying to kill me.

“‘Is it naughty to think about Daddy’s kisses down here? You promised on my birthday I’d get special kisses, but I waited last night and you never came.’

He pounds with merciless force, knowing bruises will greet me in the morning, but the tugging orgasm in my belly doesn’t seem to care.

“More,” he commands. “Read more and milk me like a good girl while you do. I want to feel those muscles begging for daddy to cum inside you, baby. You gotta fucking earn it.”

If the table wasn’t bolted to the floor, my face would be against the wall I’m sure, the letters on the page blur, but I force myself to continue as my orgasm tightens inside me.

“‘I tried to stay away. I tried to be a good Daddy, but I’ve waited so long. I’m going to show you special kisses every fucking day from now on, princess. I promise.’

“I find that silken flesh I’ve dreamed about all fucking night, my fingers delving into the impossible tightness as her eyes roll back white, her hands gripping the sides of the tub, my other hand finding its home around her tiny neck.

“‘I’ll give and take. I’ll demand and hurt. I’ll steal your breath and give you life.’ Her little clit is swollen, and I pinch, her high-pitched gasp making my balls hurt as her eyes fly open.

“‘Daddy, that’s the spot, right there.’

“‘I know, baby. This is called your clit, and it’s going to get all sorts of attention from me from now on. Every day. It’s going to make that aching feeling come, and it’s going to make it go. It’s a magic little spot, and I’m going to teach you all about it. Does that sound good?’

“She nods, eyes falling shut as I work the nub with my knuckles, then my thumb, until she’s splashing and flailing, my fingers pressing around her windpipe, the need to take andgive her life darkening my vision as my princess has her first orgasm by my hand.

“Fuck!” I squeeze around his thickness as my climax takes my breath. “I’m coming, Daddy, you’re making me come—”

“Daddy loves you, baby. God, he loves you so much.”

I’m coming hard. Harder. Until there’s blackness and his hot release gushing into my depths, his hands pulling my hips back, mounting me onto him as I hang like a doll, attached and joined as his balls empty inside me, the orgasm coming in from all sides until the curtains close and the nothingness wins.

FOUR

Salvatore

The gate creaksopen and I step out into the brilliant sunshine of a warm summer’s day. I’m sure the air out here is the same as the air in the yard inside the prison, but it smells sweeter, more fragrant, like wildflowers.

Or maybe that’s just because her pussy is about an inch from my nose, making my mouth water with the thought of eating her out.

There will be time for that. There will be time for everything now, to act out all the fantasies that we put down in those letters. I married her the day I was sentenced to three years for murdering the head of the family that thought they could take over a block of my turf. Bullshit but it was caught on four city cameras so I conceded to the sentence but no way was I going to be locked up without locking her down.

She’d turned eighteen just a week before and I’d been hell bent on claiming every inch of her nearly ever minute of every day since. Then, I ended up locked up and it was play time withletters and fantasies and role play. Better than nothing but it’s go time now.

My little bride is going to be bread before the morning. No way is she ever getting away from me.

The guard pretends he doesn’t see the unconscious woman slung over my shoulder, instead nodding to me, all business and humility.

I appreciate that, and give him a nod in return. I think his name’s Bob or Robert or something. Doesn’t much matter now that I’m out, but I like to remember those who’ve done me a solid, in case I ever get a chance to return the favor.

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